*ON WRITING HIATUS* | 20s | Queer | She/They | Plus Size | | AuDHD | Menty-Ill | Mixed |
Currently I write for: The Pitt, Star Trek: Strange New Worlds, Stranger Things, Marvel, and Superman (2025). My ~alias~ is Birdy!
AO3: menolderthan39
Hello! Call me Birdy! I'm currently in my early 20s and am always a creative (for better or for worse). My favorite color is pink, I love the rain, I have two cats, and my passions/goals in life are creating movies/shows, acting in movies and shows and on stage, writing (fanfictions, scripts, stories), and various other forms of art (embroidery, painting, digital art, book arts, etc.). Seriously, don't ask me to solve a percentage equation; my knowledge and skill is all in artsy-fartsy stuff.
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⋆.˚𓅆࿐ Ultimate Masterlist ⋆.˚𓅆࿐
Star Trek: Strange New Worlds:
Christopher Pike:
Series:
Picture You - Christopher Pike x Fem!Reader - [Angst, Smut, Fluff] - (3/3)
One Shots:
Purpose - Platonic Christopher Pike x GN!Reader - [Platonic Fluff] - 1k words
Marvel:
Bucky Barnes:
One Shots:
Family Tree - Bucky Barnes x OC - [Fluff, Angst, Smut] - 19.1k words
Freak in the Sheets - Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader - [Fluff, Angst] - 5.1k words
Blurbs:
"Sorryyyy" blurb - Bucky Barnes x Reader - [Smut]
Sam Wilson:
One Shots:
Love a Man in Uniform - Sam Wilson x Fem!Reader (previous Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader) - [Angst, Fluff] - 3.2k words
Stranger Things:
Eddie Munson:
One Shots:
Back-Up Prom Date - Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader - [Fluff, Angst] - 10.1k words
Shutdown - Eddie Munson x Autistic!GN!Reader - [Angst, Fluff] - 7k words
The Pitt:
Rabbot:
Miniverses:
Call Us Next Time - Rabbot x Fem!Reader
Michael Robinavitch:
Series:
Comfort Meals - Dr. Robby x GN!Reader - [Fluff, Angst] - (1/?)
One Shots:
Dating the Doting Dr. Robby - Dr. Robby x AFAB!Reader - [Angst, Fluff, Smut] - 2.9k words
Jack Abbot:
One Shots:
She's Topping You. You're Welcome. - Jack Abbot x Fem!Reader - [Smut, Fluff] - 1.8k words
Series:
Medieval!AU - Jack Abbot x Fem!Reader - [Angst, Fluff, Smut] - (WORK IN PROGRESS - COMING SOON)
jack abbot, who finds it adorable when you're always trying to get his tongue in your mouth when he's fucking you, your eyes completely unfocused as you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down to smash your lips onto his
a line of shiny drool leaking down from the corner of your mouth and onto your cheek, the kisses are so messy, but you love when his mouth is on yours, not letting him get back up now that you're licking into his mouth
his heart aches when he pulls off, and you whine! he just wanted to see your fucked out face, and now you're pawing at his meaty pecs, trying to pull him back down to your face
and when you do get him to finally make out with you fully, his cock still hitting deep with every thrust, your pussy gets wetter, shining in the lowlight of his bedroom with your slick forming a small puddle beneath your ass, wet plaps echoing in the small space between your bodies
when he feels like teasing you, he'll sit back on his heel, keeping himself away while still fucking into you and taunting you with:
"does my sweet baby want a kiss?"
"look at this greedy pussy and even greedier girl begging for me"
"you look like you want something? what're you whining for, sweetheart?"
if you're being a brat and fussing, he'll flip you over onto your tummy and shove your face down into his expensive sheets, not letting you see him or have access to his lips
he'll press your hips down into the mattress and fuck you hard, knocking the wind out of you so you can't whine anymore loudly for his kisses, even though he wants nothing more than to flip you over and make your pussy wetter by simply kissing you
but you need to learn, and he's okay with being your big mean daddy if it means you'll quit acting up so he can give you sweet little kisses again <3
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : 18+ . jack abbot x adult fem!reader . porn without plot . established relationship . explicit sexual content . public sex . risk of getting caught . rough sex . dominant jack . submissive jack . reader takes control . mating press . prone bone . wall sex . doggy style . dirty talk . praise . degradation . overstimulation . multiple orgasms . possessiveness . messy sex . mdni
navigation : kofi .
the mating press. jack loves folding you in half beneath him, forcing your knees toward your chest until your pussy is completely exposed and there’s nowhere for you to hide from him. he’d pin your thighs down with his forearms before driving his cock into you with deep, brutal thrusts that make the entire bed shake.
the position lets him watch your cunt stretch around him, slick coating his shaft and gathering messily around the base. he’d keep his eyes fixed between your legs, groaning whenever your pussy clenches hard enough to interrupt his rhythm. “keep them open,” he’d order when your thighs try to close, pressing them farther apart as he pounds directly into the spot that makes you sob.
his pelvis would grind against your clit every time he bottoms out, giving you so much pressure that your body starts trembling beneath him. when you tell him you’re going to cum, jack wouldn’t slow down or let you escape the overstimulation. he’d fuck you straight through it, watching your pussy gush around his cock while praising you for taking him so well.
prone bone with your wrists pinned. jack would press you flat against the mattress, spread your thighs with his knees and force your wrists together above your head beneath one large hand. he’d settle his weight over you before pushing his cock into your pussy from behind, filling you so deeply that your breath catches against the pillow.
the position makes every stroke feel thick and relentless, his hips grinding hard against your ass whenever he buries himself completely. he’d keep your body trapped beneath his, using his free hand to grip your hip and drag you back onto his cock. every attempt to squirm would only make him hold you tighter, his mouth brushing your ear as he tells you to stop running from what you asked for.
he’d fuck you slowly at first, making you feel every vein and inch before his restraint snaps and his thrusts become rough enough to leave your thighs shaking. your moans would be muffled by the sheets while he grunts above you, completely focused on the wet sound of his cock sliding in and out of your cunt. jack would stay buried inside you when you cum, grinding deeply until every helpless clench around him has passed.
standing against the wall. jack would lift you like you weigh nothing, pinning your back against the wall while your legs lock around his waist. one hand would grip beneath your ass while the other braces beside your head, keeping you steady as he guides his cock into your dripping pussy.
the angle forces you to take him deeply with every short, punishing thrust, your body jolting against the wall each time his hips slam forward. he’d bury his face against your neck, biting and sucking at your skin while your nails dig into his shoulders. when your legs begin slipping, he’d tighten his hold and thrust harder, using his strength to bounce you on his cock without giving you any control over the pace.
“you wanted it rough,” he’d remind you, voice low and breathless as your cunt squeezes around him. the friction would leave your clit dragging against his pelvis, making you cum while he continues holding you open and fucking you through it. by the time he finally lowers you, your knees would barely support you and your pussy would still be clenching around the emptiness he left behind.
bent over somewhere public. jack’s favourite version of public sex would be somewhere hidden enough that nobody can actually see you, but close enough to other people that you have to stay quiet. he’d pull you into a locked hospital storeroom, a dark parking structure stairwell or an empty corridor after hours, already hard from watching you tease him all shift.
the second the door closes, he’d bend you over the nearest surface, yank your clothes aside and spread your ass with both hands. he’d rub the swollen head of his cock through your wet folds before pushing inside you slowly, making you bite down on your hand to keep from crying out. once he’s fully buried, he’d grab your hips and fuck you with hard, controlled thrusts while footsteps and distant voices pass frighteningly close outside.
“not a sound,” he’d whisper, even as he deliberately angles his cock against the spot that makes your knees buckle. every wet slap of his hips against your ass would seem obscenely loud, and jack would cover your mouth when your moans become impossible to swallow. he’d make you cum trembling against the counter, his cock still driving into your pussy while he listens calmly for anyone approaching the door.
you riding him while he gives you control. jack would sit back against the headboard with his legs spread, hands resting loosely at his sides while he tells you that you’re allowed to do whatever you want with him. you’d straddle his lap, wrap your fingers around his cock and guide him into your pussy at your own pace, watching his jaw tighten as you sink slowly onto every inch.
for once, he wouldn’t grip your hips or control your rhythm, letting you grind, bounce and use his body exactly how you need. you could pin his wrists against the mattress, grab his hair or wrap your hand around his throat while he looks up at you with dark, hungry eyes. jack would struggle not to take over when your tits bounce in front of him and your wet cunt keeps swallowing his cock, but he’d obey every order you give him.
“hands off,” you’d remind him whenever his fingers twitch toward your waist, and he’d grit his teeth while letting you ride him harder. he’d praise you between rough breaths, telling you how good you look using his cock to make yourself cum. only after you’ve finished shaking around him would you finally let him grab your ass and fuck upward into you until he loses control too.
doggy with one leg raised. jack would push you onto your hands and knees before lifting one of your legs onto the mattress beside you, spreading you wider and changing the angle until his cock reaches almost unbearably deep. he’d grip your waist with both hands and pull you back onto him, forcing your pussy to take every hard thrust without letting you crawl forward.
your arms would eventually collapse beneath you, leaving your chest pressed to the bed and your ass raised for him. jack would watch your cunt stretch around his shaft, wetness running down your thighs as he pounds into you from behind. one hand would slide around your body to rub your clit while the other stays firmly around your hip, keeping you positioned exactly how he wants.
when your pussy tightens, he’d slow down just enough to make you whine before slamming back inside and restarting the brutal rhythm. “that’s it, take it,” he’d groan, fingers working your clit faster as every thrust forces broken cries from your mouth. he’d keep fucking you until you cum so hard that your raised leg slips and he has to hold your shaking body upright against him.
tags :: not strictly plus size reader but reader does have curves! (pudge, thick thighs, soft tummy, all the package!) reader is just a big ol marshmallow, both literally and figuratively. wrote this with an age gap in mind but it doesn't really change anything sooo
a/n :: idk who to credit for the divider if anyone knows the creator pls lmk... this is definitely self indulgent, mostly because im on my period and i want to be held by a pudgy old man!
JACK ABBOT WHO :
who after living a life of hell, gets whiplash from time to time from how soft everything about you is.
“breathe jackie...” you'd coo when he'd woke you up from one of his nightmares. your delicate hands running through his curls as he buried his face between your breasts. not a sexual act, more like a desperate need for comfort.
JACK ABBOT WHO :
who loves poking you. your cheeks, tummy, thighs, ass. everything! loves how you laugh while trying to swat his hand away. loves how your body recoils slightly, loves how soft your skin feels against his rough fingers.
JACK ABBOT WHO :
who just as much as he likes poking you, he also likes groping you! specially your boobs. in public, its your ass. he purposely digs his hand into the backocket of your pants, not caring if it looks in appropriate. he gets better leverage from your ass like that! occasionally squeezing your flesh there. and you dont even bat an eye.
in bed, usually after sex or even during tired, quiet evenings, he's obsessed with your breasts. with his head resting on your shoulder, his thick, rough hand is most likely than not kneading at the swell of your breasts. sometimes he even likes rubbing his face over your breasts like a kitty. and he specially loves how you let him, and how you run your fingers through his hair whole doing so.
JACK ABBOT WHO:
who loves seeing you in dresses. or anything tight. the sight of the fabric clinging to your curves makes him instantly hard, even when you're innocently prancing around the house without doing anything remotely seductive.
JACK ABBOT WHO :
who gives you the biggest bear hugs! because as thick as you are, so is he. both of you are so stubby that hugs with him usually (always) get prolonged to soft gentle whispers and jack rocking you side to side. even if it puts more strain on his prosthetic. the position is always the same: his face buried into your neck while your chin rests comfortably against his shoulder. his hands are also always on the back of your head and the swell of your hips.
the embrace is just soo comfortable that you end up falling asleep in his arms once.
JACK ABBOT WHO :
who doesnt stop just at bear hugs, he also sleeps in a very particular way. a head lock. your back pressed against chest, (he always has a hard time ignoring how the swell of your ass feel pressed against his clothed cock) cheek squished against the hard muscle of his bicep while his arm loops around your neck from behind.
you dont mind, you like the feeling of being cradled in your sleep. and he absolutely loves it. specially since it keeps you from escaping his grasp without him having to wake up. also, a little bonus, his free hand is free to wander.
he lost count the amount of times he's made you orgasm from playing with your pussy, then kissed you goodnight in that same position.
JACK ABBOT WHO:
who gets a bit shy when you drool over his thickness. he has to put all his strength in not squirming when you rub his bicep. you just cant help it! they're so thick, and god, his thighs. they're like tree logs!
“jackie you're so cute!” you'd say, as if he couldnt squish you to death with his muscles. and when he lets you please him,( which is usually never because he's a giver not a receiver) you take extra time to trace the roundness of his pecks with your tongue.
he also always melts whenever you run your hands up and down his arms, to ultimately settle your soft hands around his cheeks. you make it seem like an innocent little touch. when in reality its an excuse to feel him up. but whatever dirty thought you had is crushed when he looks at you with those puppy eyes! because to him, you treating him like the most precious thing in the world is enough to have him melting in your arms.
JACK ABBOT WHO :
who definitely bites into your rolls during rough sex.
rabbot who play a game whenever the three of you are on shift together to see who can slap your ass or kiss you the most without anyone else noticing, and jack almost always wins because robby gets too eager and has received way too many complaints from others in the hospital from how often he is caught.
Reader finding photos of Jack from when he was younger and cooing over how adorable he was. Jack is in shock because in his opinion he has always viewed himself as looking sort of awkward; jug-headed (his ears stick out making him think of pitcher handles) his curls were always a mess. When he was a kid other kids made mean comments about his freckles and his red hair. He knows he's a little shorter than some guys. He had awful acne in some of the teen photos. He had a chunky phase right after he was discharged from the army.
He is sure Reader must need a good pair of glasses if she finds those photos even slightly cute.
Reader is very insistent though that Jack Abbot is far from awkward looking. He's aged into a handsome older man, but he was an adorable child and a handsome young man too.
Thinking of reader who grew up between foster homes, convinced herself that she will never be loved by anyone
Until she met a guy called James
James is wealthy, not that she ever saw him for his money
At first everyone at PTMC, including Jack was happy for her until she changed. Until he changed her. What she wore, how she spoke, how she needed to be a certain type of way. All up to his parents’ standards.
Little did she know that Jack has been in love with her for a long time. And someone like Jack would never change her beautiful quirks
“James’ mom picked my wedding dress for me” you said
“And you’re okay with that?” Jack asks
“I think so. It’s a beautiful dress. Expensive too. She said I have to wear it with heels.”
“But you don’t like wearing heels.”
“She said it’s the right thing to do.”
“They do white Dr Martens you know.” Jack knows that you love that brand. “You can wear that.”
“She said I’m not allowed.”
“Sweetheart, you don’t have to do this you know.”
“Do what Jack?” You snap bitterly before walking away, “I’m lucky to have someone like him.”
Lena waits until you’re out of earshot. “Abbot if you don’t stop this wedding, then I swear I will.”
“Me?”
“Cut the bullshit Jack.” She smirks. “It’s pretty obvious how you feel.”
Summary: A night of drinking with your attendings showed you some new things about them.
Warnings: Smut, MDNI, +18, oral f! receiving, unprotected Piv, use of pet names, Praising, oral m! receiving, Alcohol, Semi-public.
Note: Not proofread.
How you ended in this situation was past your knowledge, with Dr. Robby thrusting deep inside of you as Abbot pushes his tip past your lips, your two attendings, two of the most respected people in the whole hospital, were now using you as their personal sex toy.
Robby had you on your back, his big hand pressing down your belly, holding you in place, as he moved his hips in deep slow thrusts.
Enjoying every single detail of your body, the way your tits bounced with each thrust, or how your pussy felt hugging his dick.
“That’s it pretty girl, make me proud.” Robby says watching the way you swallow every inch of Jack’s cock in your mouth. “Just like that suck it like the good girl you are.”
Robby’s words only spur you on to keep going, bobbing your head to the side, taking the whole length of Jack’s cock, your tongue tracing the sides of it.
Jack couldn’t form any coherent word, only moans slipping past his lips, but he let you know just how good you were being by caressing your hair.
Between their touches your head started to fill with the memories of just a few hours before, when you were together having a drink on your day off. Blowing some steam after a rough week.
Everything changed after a few drinks when the question about threesomes popped into the conversation.
Jack started it, with a wicked smile and looking at Robby with a knowing look in his eyes, he said, “Soo have any of you ever been in a threesome?”
Robby choked on his drink, red heat started to paint his cheeks, making him feel like being on fire.
You laugh, saying that you haven’t but that you weren’t against trying it sometime. Unbeknownst of the true intention behind his question.
They’ve already discussed this, in another drinking night alone, they have a heart to heart conversation about you. How they felt so attracted to you, and between laughs and jokes they admitted to each other that if they have to share you with someone they’d choose each other, they already crossed that bridge when they were young.
It wasn’t public knowledge, but it was kinda obvious, too many years knowing each other. They knew one another way too well to lie, that conversation had died that night, never spoke about it again until tonight.
A few more sips, and the three of you started to feel bold enough to do the things you died to do while sober.
Your hand rested high up on Robby’s thigh as you laughed about something he said. Abbot's arm rested around your waist, his hand landing dangerously close to the end of your dress.
The first one to break was Jack, kissing you as he grabbed your waist almost pulling you on top of his lap. You were a mess, moans slipped past your lips, without caring about the other people in the bar.
Robby watched mesmerized, but you weren’t going to be selfish so you said. “I think that if you two kiss it is going to be soo hot”.
Jack smiles at Robby, who has to think it a little bit longer before he lets Jack guide him into his lips. At first it was messy, both men trying to take control, but as the kiss grew more passionate they both found their perfect rhythm.
You felt like in a dream, both of your crushes were kissing, not only that both their hands started to run along your body too.
Once they couldn’t breath they separated, looking at you with glossy eyes, way too lost in the heat to stop now, they proposed to you the threesome. And how could you say no to that.
Your most filthy fantasy has come true. So that’s how you ended up with both men naked on your bed.
Jack’s hips started to startle, losing his rhythm, feeling so close to his orgasm.
“Oh god baby- I’m gonna cum, don’t stop.” He grunts as he spills inside of your mouth, you swallow all of his release like a good girl, earning a big smile and a caress on your cheek by Jack.
Once you came back to earth you were able to tell Robby how bad you wanted to be on top of him. But you were three playing the game, nobody could be left out, so he decided to put you in the reverse cowgirl position.
As you sink down, he bites onto his lip to not start moaning like crazy, his big hands guiding you down onto him.
Jack watches as Robby disappears between your glistening folds, toying with your clit first, making your orgasm approach incredibly fast.
“Just like that doll come for us.” You break on Robby’s cock, crying from the amount of pleasure you were feeling. Robby’s huge cock kept on rutting inside of you, hitting that spot as Abbot kept his assault on your swollen clit.
He only stops when he sees tears running down your cheeks, massaging your calves and leaving kisses on your skin. “I'm sorry baby, I just got carried on with your pretty moans.”
Jack keeps on kissing until he reaches your pussy, leaving feather-like kisses, but you were the only one dying to feel Jack’s mouth. That’s why Robby lets his dick slip out of your dripping pussy, onto Jack’s lips.
Who instantly wraps them around Robby’s cock, moaning around him, making the other man drop his head against the pillow and start to thrust inside of Abbot’s mouth.
After a few tortuous minutes of the lack of touches on your body you whine, earning a smack from robby against your ass.
“Don’t be so desperate baby, you’ll get your part too.”
Jack pushed Robby’s cock against your center, starting to lick from the tip of him to your clit, making a mess out of you two.
He speeded his tongue, making it too much for both of you, making you and Robby come on his mouth.
Jack licked you clean.
Once the three of you were already satisfied you laid between the two men on the bed, both of their bodies pressed against yours in a warm swaddle.
“Best first threesome ever.” You laugh too cockdrunk to think about anything smarter to say. The two men laugh, hugging you until the three of you drifted to sleep.
CW: reader is a bunny hybrid so she has ears and a fluffy tail! Reader x Jack abbot x Robby Robinivitch, small description of bunny coming from a bad shelter, a visitor at the shelter pulls her ear, MENTIONS OF FEELING SUICIDAL!!!! Only briefly mentioned when Robbys avoiding therapy. Pls be safe guys :(
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You were the runt.
The smallest of the herd and always the one getting pushed in the corner. It wasn't your fault though— the cage you resided in was never exactly tended to, always left in filth and only ever visited when the owners decided you needed food for once.
But thats all in the past now!
The icky shelter finally got shut down after a few months, all the bunnies including yourself had been transferred to a much much safer place. A therapy pet shelter where they take in animals and train them to become therapy pets for those in need. Which honestly just means they teach you not to nip at people and to give lots of love.
You had only been there about a week or two until your first visitors.
The anticipation having you thump your feet nervously as you chew on one of your donation toys in the corner of the play area (the place specifically for people to come visit the bunnies).
"c'mon man I really don't think sitting in a room with a stinky animal is gonna make me feel less suicidal"
A low toned muffle is heard from the other side of the door before it's gently opened. Your feet patter against the concrete as you skitter off to hide behind one of the small play houses.
"She's just a little shy, one of our more timid ones— but please enjoy your time and be gentle!"
The sweet employee's voice rings against the walls before you hear the door close, your nose twitching with anxiety as your breathing quickens
"Just try it okay? It's better than working on that death trap in your garage"
Another man's voice reaches your soft ears. This time a bit more scratchy but almost comforting? Hm I wonder why the heck other guy would rather be building dangerous stuff than be here—
Your thoughts are quickly interrupted by the sound of treats being shaken in a bowl.
Your ears perk up immediately.
The trainer had taught you about stuff like this— how the sound was usually affiliated with oh so sweet carrots and tasty things to munch on.
You slowwllyy peak around the corner, one ear tilted slightly as you finally see the two men in which the voices emanated from.
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Ever Friday and Monday since then had been occupied by Robby and Jack's visits. No longer hearing the complaints from Robby after you had successfully made him smile by offering one of your carrots to him.
It was so fun everytime they came to visit!!
They always brought something new for you to munch on and Jack absolutely loved throwing your squishy toy across the room just to watch you run after it faster than the speed of a bullet. Robby usually just sat next to Jack though, not really talking much. But your trainer told you that just means they need extra attention! So obviously you spend most of the time with your chin perched on his knee when you're not busy playing with Jack.
Robbys callused hands gently pet the thin flesh of your ears before coming back up to scruff the top of your head. Repeating the motion consistently. He had been a little more quiet than usual today, feeling a small pang in his heart as he watched your nose twitch.
Before the two had come to visit you they had a long discussion.
"I want to get her out of there. She needs to have her own space"
Jack had been trying to convince Robby to co- adopt you for the past hour. Bringing up multiple points about how you always had to share with the other shelter bunnies and that you deserved your own clothes instead of donated ones. All the right words to make Robby feel guilty about you living there.
"we can't just adopt a living thing together jack. What're we gonna do about having to trade her back and forth? It's gonna be exhausting having to meet up and pack her stuff every week— and it's not healthy for her to keep moving spaces if you're trying to give her solid ground"
The whole situation carried in Robbys chest the whole day. Weighing him down because he knew jack was right. You deserved more than the shelter could give you, but he hated the thought of having to trade you off like some divorced couple.
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Now that the shelter staff had seen you get along so well with jack and Robby they started having you do therapy for other groups too. Making your availability more public for new visitors. It startled you a bit when you heard the play room door open only to be greeted with a pair of grabby toddler hands-
A mom and dad who had brought in their infant to try to 'teach them' to be gentle with animals. You thump your feet loudly multiple times as the sticky little thing pulls at your ears, the parents only softly cooing 'no honey, go like this see? Gentle- gentle'. It only made you thump louder as tears pricked the corners of your eyelashes, the stupidly soft voice of the parents making you more aggitated because it was doing anything to soothe the death grip on the soft flesh of your ear. The child only letting out giggles at your harsh thumps.
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The entire week had been filled with shitty visitors:(
Day after day of your ears being gripped and people not knowing how you liked to play so they assumed you weren't fun. The nights had been spent with tears streaming down your cheeks because you couldn't sleep properly with how sore your ears were from that stupid kid.
As Friday morning rolled around your heart raced with excitement, already knowing Jack and Robby would come to the rescue with a tasty new snack and actually gentle pets.
"You here sweet girl?"
Robby's voice immerses as the door gently opens up to reveal the two, Jack holding a small bag in hand as he trails behind Robby.
"Hii!! Hi hi hi" your voice comes out more high pitch than usual, filled with excitement.
You run stead fast into Robby, face nuzzling against his soft belly as your arms grip his jacket with force.
"woah there- what's up with you huh?"
Jack chuckles as he settles down in one of the chairs, watching you practically strangle Robby. Despite your strong grip on him he helps guide you towards the chair next to Jack, walking backwards as you remain clinged to the front of him.
Once settled in his seat he's loving on you with the same force.
"You just missed me didn't you sweetheart? Yeah you didddd, uh-huh"
his voice is low, cooing down at you condescendingly as he squeezes you back. The strength of his arms and the warmth of him making you erupt in giggles as your tail wiggles happily.
His large hands are rubbing all over you at a fast pace, knowing the physical contact was helping you release the pent up energy. He rubs all the way from the base of your spine to the top of your head, ruffling your hair playfully but stopping suddenly at the yelp and flinch from your small body. His hands immediately backing off as he searches you for any sign of injury.
"You okay?- tell me what hurts"
Jack's voice is soft and grounding as he sits up and leans towards the two of you to help Robby search for injuries. You tuck your face back into Robby's shirt, hiding the way your eyes started to well up with tears since Robby had touched your ears without knowing they were hurt.
"They started letting in other people to visit me..- n' this little kid was pulling at m' ears-"
Soft droplets of salted tears run down your cheeks unexpectedly, small hiccups interrupting your words as you clutch onto Robby's jacket a little harder.
Robbys immediately pulling you in, prying your small hands off his jacket so he can wrap it around you to shield you against his chest. Almost a makeshift burrow since it mimicked the feeling of a dark place that helped compress your nerves. He zipped it up all the way, leaving only your legs to dangle out as you sat on his lap. His hands rubbing over your back on top of the fabric as he kisses the top of your head, being mindful to avoid your soft ears.
He looks over to jack with a strong furrow in his brow, his voice coming out in a stern tone he had never used around you before. Not because he was trying to be mean with jack, but because he was so pissed at how easily other people could hurt you if you stayed here any longer.
"Go get the fucking adoption papers right now Jack."
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A/N: this is the beginning of my bunny series so lmk what u guys think <3 I most likely won't be making the rest of the series this serious- I wanna aim towards silly drabbles and such, but this post is to help me get started.
popey love clit!!!!!!!! :( :( popey loves ur clit soo much...
it's his fav stim toy. he crawls down the bed and tugs softly at your panties until he can finally get his lips around it, and then he stays there for hours, just gently sucking and licking at it while his mind goes blank!! your fingers tangle into his dark curls, scratching softly at his scalp. sweet pope is in heaven
his hands grip your thighs, tugging them close around his head because he loves the pressure. it barely even registers as sexual for him because it just makes him feel safe and sleepy :( he loves the feeling of ur clit in his mouth, it's so soft and fun to flick with his tongue. it's just an added bonus that it makes you come
when the two of you are at home, he always has a hand down your panties so he can toy with your sweet little bud. he'll come up to you while you're doing the dishes and just silently shove his hand in ur pants, rubbing your clit while he nuzzles into your hair and nips at your earlobe 😵💫 and then when your back starts to arch against him and you get distracted, he murmurs "baby, gettin' soap everywhere..." but he's not really mad <3
sometimes when you're in public and he gets stressed u catch pope looking longingly at your pussy, his fingers twitching towards you before he gives a heavy sigh and pulls them back, turning away from you to avoid the temptation :( pls give him a kiss and promise him he can have clit time when you get back home!!!
Coming home with Jack from your shift and talking to him about the 'crazy stuff' that happened to you during the shift, even though he literally is your attending and was with you most of the time during the events you enthusiastically tell him.
"And oh my god, you won't believe what happened."
He's on the bed, already having changed out of his scrubs long ago, while you just stood there in your underwear, hairbrush long forgotten in your hand as you spoke and spoke, which shouldn't be normal considering you just came home from a 12 hour long night shift with maybe one to two hours of overtime on top.
He just looks up at you as he's taking off his prosthetic.
"Robby just... came up to me, and I don't know..Maybe I was just reading the room wrong." You turn around and brush through your messy hair before putting it away and pulling on a shirt over your head.
"What happened?" His lips quirk up into a smile.
"I don't know, I guess-" You sigh and get into your side of the bed. "He slapped my ass at handoff." At that, he turns his head to look at you, brows raised high.
"Robby. He gave you a love tap?" His mouth opens, and he lets out a grunt as he settles back against the headboard, pulling the blanket over his lap.
"I know." Your eyes light up as you see his interest pick up.
"I thought it was you at first. I was standing by the nurses' station, just handed off and then- smack." You clap your hands together.
"I even reached back to pinch your arm. When I turned around, you were talking to a patient, and only he was around."
Jack acts shocked, nodding along as you, his girl, talk about how Robby, his best friend of years, unironically smacked your ass in the middle of the ED while no one was around to watch.
In reality, it was Jack who had put the idea in Robby's head.
"Go ahead, man. See how she reacts. I'm telling you, I see how she looks at you. It's like she's got this curiosity to test her way through it all. She's just curious like that."
"Brother, are you sure? You've got something steady going on, and I don't want to get in between a man and his young girl at his side." Robby looks at him with a slight smirk.
"Come on. If I wasn't okay with it, I wouldn't tell you to go ahead and touch her how you like to get a reaction out of her."
"What do you even want me to do? Shove my hand into her pants in the middle of the hospital?"
"Jesus, just... just give her a love tap, you know? Smack her ass. She likes that. Don't hold back."
Robby wheezes out a laugh, almost brushes it off as he walks off.
Jack didn't know he was actually gonna take a go at it, but clearly now, he had.
"You sure he didn't just do it in a friendly way?"
"Jack, what about smacking my ass is friendly? And no. It wasn't a normal little pat. It stung."
He quirks a brow.
"It did? Want me to see if you've got a brui-"
"You are way too okay with this, Jackie. I'm telling you, Robby-" your voice rises in frustration. Why wasn't he mad that his best friend of all people touched you?
"Yeah, yeah. He smacked you, we get it. Maybe he likes you. Did you consider that?" He cocks his head.
"What? No. He knows about us. He wouldn't make a move." You shake your head, convinced of yourself with no doubt.
"Sweetheart, being together with someone doesn't make someone immediately unavailable." His voice is low and throaty.
"You're saying I'm available?"
He scratches the back of his neck.
"We are available." He shrugs. "If you want."
You blink a few times, hold one hand to your mouth.
"I trust Robby. He's a good man. Know he's a good lover. Really good. We should try it out, if you want, of course."
"It meaning Robby." You add with a sigh.
"It's like he's everywhere already, now you're suggesting we should invite him to our bed?"
"What, you don't like him? Not at all?"
"Well.." you avoid his eyes, scratching at your ear.
"Right. You just say the words, baby. I see how you look at him. I don't mind, trust me. We can try out some new things, keep it fresh and exciting. Don't want to bore you out, baby. That's all."
And rest be assured the next time you end up pleasing your curiosity juuust right, or rather it gets settled just for you by the two attendings fucking into you like some mission to see who cums first.
Best friends and their childish competitions also go all the way through sex, apparently also while staring each other in the eyes intensely.
rabbot who love to play with your body for hours after they get home from work, alternating who gets to fuck your sweet little pussy and who gets your drooling mouth
you're always waiting patiently, sitting pretty on your soft couch when they come over after a long day that had them both on shift, and letting themselves in with the key you gave them
robby who will pick you up with his big beefy arms and haul you over to your bedroom, with his hands spanning the entirety of your back while you go limp against his shoulder
and jack who already went on ahead to your bedroom, rummaging through the drawers in your dresser to find the most darling lacy lingerie set for him to dress you up in, they loves seeing the soft, delicate lace decorating your body
and when they both finally have you in their hold, candles are casting shadows against the walls of your bedroom, and a warm glow against your leaking pussy
jack loves to relax you, spending time between your legs and sucking on your hardened nipples while robby has two of his thick fingers down your throat, pushing them in and out while you suckle softly
and when they're both satisfied with the state their sweet babygirl is in, jack is caging you in with his body while his cock hits impossibly deep, and robby is holding your jaw and stroking your cheek while you suck on the tip of his dick, drool leaking down your cheeks and into your hair
and you look just like a perfect angel to them! the warm glow of your candles has you looking 10x more soft than you already do, and has them caressing every inch of your moisturized skin
when you're finally tuckered out, using them both as a substitute for melatonin, they tuck themselves into you, stroking your hair and kissing your neck from both sides, you doze off mumbling
"love you, daddy"
ugh they adore their sweet angel!!!! they have such an easy time sharing you because they just want you to feel so good <33
thunderbolts!bucky x reader
word count: 2.6k
disclaimers: pure smut and some angst. insecurity. power difference. sad bucky. heel kink, dumbification, lots of pet names used. reader is referred to as a woman. not proofread.
a/n: I REFUSE TO ADMIT THIS WAS INSPIRED BY A YEAT SONG, I REFUSE- yeah so this was inspired by nun id change by yeat sue me. THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE MEAN BUCKY what is wrong with me. anyways I finally wrote something and it’s shit!!!!!! enjoy
there was no logical reason for a respectable woman like you to want a jaded man like him.
you, in your red-bottomed Louboutins. covered from head to toe in precious diamonds worth more than the vibranium he carried on his shoulder each day. purse stashed with thousands of dollars in cash, likely nothing more than pocket change to you.
he shouldn’t be your type. a man with a head full of trauma and a body covered in massive scars, dressed not to impress but instead for combative purposes. a man hardened by war and battles that continued no matter how many wars he put to an end.
he’s the type you try to recruit for your security team, not the type you recruit for manners such as these, such as the ones you find yourself in.
wandering hands up and down the sides of your dress, his featherlight touch making you shiver as your head leans back against his shoulder behind you. his heavy breath in your ear as he presses the bulge in his pants up against your ass, humming in approval as he feels you up.
“you like that?” he mumbles against your ear, watching your facial expressions change as his hands continue moving to more dangerous territory. the condescending tone of his voice tells you he already knows the answer.
a soft moan falls from your lips, your eyes falling shut as his fingertips trace over the low-cut neckline of your dress. his fingers on your skin are a maddening tease of what you truly want from him, where you truly want to feel his fingers.
“what do you think?” you breathe softly in response, your head falling as your gaze finds where his hands rest on your breasts. his chest rumbles behind you as he chuckles ever so lowly.
“doesn’t matter what I think, princess,” he goads as he chuckles. his hands fall from your chest to your hips as he grinds you back on him once, twice, before taking a step back. he leverages his grip on you to spin you around, forcing your eyes to meet his.
the massive hotel suite that you stand in the center of drifts out of his purview as he stares you down. black eyeliner painted over your lids, deep red lipstick painting your lips. your beautifully styled hair barely touched, still mostly intact.
he wants to ruin all of it. he wants to see how much better you look with the red tinge messed all over the bottom of your face, smudged onto his own. how your eyes look red and wet after he’s had his fill, your hair undone from his own doing.
all of it from his own doing. unwinding the perfectly wound princess who shouldn’t even dare look his way. allowing him, nay, asking him to defile her.
that’s all either of you want.
“Bucky,” you speak, and his eyes nearly go black at the sound of his name on your lips.
before you can say another word, he speaks up. “why don’t you go ahead and kneel for me, sweetheart?”
he clocks the twinge of surprise in your eyes, the way you’re completely unprepared for the request so suddenly, before watching as the shock morphs into desire. excitement. a small smirk appears on his face as he unconsciously tilts his head ever so slightly at you. you want it equally as bad as he does.
you soon do as he’s requested, getting on your knees in front of him while maintaining eye contact as you do. his smirk never once falters and his cock twitches in his pants at the sight of you waiting for his next move.
he closes the small distance between you, tangling his hands in your hair and wrapping them both around the back of your head, trapping you in his hold. “I think you’re smart enough to know what happens next, princess,” he taunts. “you have any objections to that?”
you quickly shake your head no under his grasp while simultaneously trying to hide your own small smile.
he chuckles at the sight.
“good girl,” he says, and then he’s pulling you right up against him, pressing your face up against the rough fabric of his cargo pants covering his erection. you appear to inhale sharply with the action, and he allows himself the pleasure of rutting up against your face a few times even as the fabric separates you.
“you want the real thing?” he goads, and you nod. he clicks his tongue once again. “use your words,” he admonishes.
“yes, please,” you whimper, although the words are muffled as your lips remain pressed harshly against him.
“go on, then.”
with that permission, you hurriedly bring your hands to unbuckle the tactical belt that sits on his hips, unbuttoning his pants as quickly as possible.
he’s most certainly not expecting it when you begin pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses to his cock over the fabric of his boxers.
“fuck,” he curses under his breath, watching with wide eyes as you worship his cock of your own volition. you, the most perfect woman in existence, treating him as though he’s worthy of your adoration.
he grunts, growing impatient. desperate.
“enough teasing,” he breathes. the effect you’re having on him is evident in his tone, and it does nothing but encourage you to continue.
your manicured fingers begin peeling back the black boxers now stained with your saliva, and his cock springs free right in front of you.
his tip is red, leaking, and practically begging for you to nurse from it.
how are you to refuse?
you lean in, his hands still softly holding your head as he allows you to take the lead. except he nearly cums on the spot when you begin placing delicate kisses up and down his length, continuing to torment him, continuing to push him past his limit.
“you think this is funny?” he tries, yet the attempt at sounding commanding completely fails, his voice instead coming out broken and whiney.
you pause your ministrations to look up at him, the look in your eyes one of pure innocence, before asking, “what are you going to do about it?”
he snaps.
before you can even blink, one of his hands has freed itself from its seat in your hair, reaching to stroke his cock a few times and begins feeding it to you, forcing himself down your throat as his hand on the back of your head forces you to stay in place.
“not so funny now, are you, princess?” he says with fake sympathy in his voice.
by now, your hair is ruined from his hold on your head. your lipstick is smeared all over your face, and now, the length of his cock up to the base of his abdomen where he holds you against him.
and now, those beautiful tears have begun forming in your eyes, smearing your makeup and creating little trails down the sides of your cheeks as they fall.
“so pretty,” he whispers, wiping a tear from your cheek as he looks into your beautiful watery eyes. “you look so much prettier like this than you did before me. and you looked fucking stunning all done up, you know.”
you feel his words between your legs and in your chest, pulling at your heart even as you feel more turned on than you’ve ever been.
your breaths are rough and shaky as you struggle against him, but he doesn’t let go of you as he continues speaking. continues to torment you the way you did to him.
“can’t believe you got down on your knees for a man as dirty as me. wonder what your rich little friends would think if they could see you now,” he blathers on. his thumb brushes softly over your cheek as he finishes, “but, no. I wouldn’t share this beautiful sight with a soul.”
a few long seconds later, he finally lets up on his grip and allows you to take a stark deep breath before beginning to use your mouth for his own pleasure.
“that’s right. that’s a good girl,” he praises as he fucks your face with abandon. “my perfect little princess.”
it doesn’t take him long before he’s on edge, his balls heavy and begging for release in your warm hole.
“you gonna let me come down your throat? or are you too good for that, hmm?” he questions, letting go of his hold on you for just a few moments.
your choice to continue fucking yourself on his cock is all the answer he needs.
with a loud groan, he finally lets go, holding you against him and watching as you struggle to swallow as he blesses you with his massive load.
he lets go, and you crumple in on yourself on the floor, devolving into a coughing mess in front of him.
fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck–
he doesn’t hesitate to bend over and help you to your feet, dragging you to the bed and setting you down to allow you to compose yourself. yet you don’t let him go far, grabbing onto his forearm as you cough, refusing to allow him to step out of your reach.
“your turn,” you tease with a hoarse voice as you begin to lay back on the sheets, yanking him down with you.
as his weight covers you, he looks you up and down, assessing how perfect you look beneath him. feeling how hard he gets not long after his first release, all from the sight of you splayed out in bed under him.
“you sure?” he tries, but the words are cut off as you pull him in to kiss you.
he didn’t think you would let him kiss you. putting his cock in your mouth, sure. putting his fingers on your skin, pressing them to your clit, and pushing you over the edge, sure.
he assumed you would draw the line here. the reminder of the difference between the two of you; the reminder that no matter how you let him objectify you in bed, you’re still you and he’s still nothing.
but fuck, even with his release still on your lips, you taste like perfection.
he can’t help but give into you, kissing you back with fervor as he holds you tightly against him, your bodies pressed so close together you’d think you were one.
that’s what he hopes for as he begins hiking your dress up your thighs, as his fingers find their way to the sensitive skin of your cunt. he wants to feel like you’re one when he finally feels you gasp against him upon his finding of your clit, upon beginning to rub soft circles against you and making you feel as good as he made you feel.
“no,” you whine, and he almost freaks, pulling his fingers away from you without another thought. “no, need… need you to fuck me.”
he scoffs a little. “it’ll hurt if you don’t let me–”
“would you shut up and fuck me?”
no way he would protest that offer.
his hands roughly shove your thighs apart, glancing down at the heels that have still managed to stay attached to your feet.
“wanna feel those digging into me,” he encourages you. “better leave me bleeding.”
you smile at him when he says that.
not a smirk, not a tease. a real smile.
it nearly rips his heart down the center.
“yes, Bucky,” you breathe, and he doesn’t wait another second as he leans into you, lining himself up with your weeping entrance, begging for him to find his home inside you.
within seconds, he’s addicted. addicted to the way you feel, the way you sound, the way you look taking his cock so well.
“pussy’s so tight, doll,” he moans, his New York accent growing thicker with each word. “sure you can handle me?”
“jus— just, please,” you begin to beg as he continues to sheath himself inside you.
“aww, you going dumb on my cock, princess?” he taunts. “you like letting me fuck you stupid?”
you fail to respond with words, your head falling back against the pillow beneath you as your jaw drops open. he’s finally fully inside you, filling you beyond what you ever thought imaginable.
“look at ya. such a perfect little princess for me,” he blabbers as his mouth begins running away from him. his hips start to move against yours, slow and shallow thrusts quickly giving way to rougher movements more like you’ve been waiting for. “such a sweet pussy you’ve got. fucking unbelievable… been waiting for the day you’d let me fuck you, princess. gonna let me have you again? you gonna tell me the next time you need fucked, let me take care of ya?”
“yes, yes, yes,” you begin moaning in tandem with each of his movements.
“can you say my name real pretty, sweetheart?” he requests. he watches your face, monitoring every little reaction he manages to push out of you as his hips rut against yours.
“Bucky,” you moan.
“who’s giving it to you real good?”
“Bucky, please,” you whine, pleading with him.
he knows what you want. he knows he should tease you some more, get you to beg some more. whatever you say in the heat of the moment is just that; the heat of the moment. whether you’re ever going to deign to let him touch you ever again, he’s not sure. he should drag this moment out as much as possible.
but he can’t possibly deny you, his sweet little princess, any longer. even if that means it’s over for good.
“alright, go ahead,” he says, his voice suddenly softening as he presses his thumb to your clit once more. “whenever you’re ready, princess.”
just as he expected, it’s the sweetest sight. your swollen red lips parting, your eyes rolling back in your head, all while your cunt squeezes the life out of him and your heels dig deep into his back.
good girl, he says to himself, listening so well.
the orgasm you have on his cock is blinding. every muscle in your body contracts and releases as you ride out your pleasure, his body unable to hold back anymore as his own orgasm follows. the warmth of his release fills your belly as you begin to come down from the high.
he wants nothing more than to collapse on top of you, to wrap his arms around you and hold you tight. as though he could ever call you his.
but he’s not worthy of that, just as he’s not worthy of you.
he never will be.
so instead, he pushes himself away from you and lies down beside you in the sheets of your hotel room that you’ve so graciously invited him into. you don’t waste any time before standing, kicking off your shoes and walking to the table on the other side of the room to pick up your phone, staring down at the screen and not looking back at him once.
“thank you, princess,” he murmurs as he stares at you with the same intensity of which you stare at your phone.
“you don’t need to thank me, Bucky,” you scoff, and yet you still don’t look up at him.
he certainly feels the need to. he certainly feels the need to thank you, to show you his gratefulness for allowing him to have the chance to finally have you, even just once.
because the way you look at him once all is said and done, the same way you do when the sun is shining, reminds him of his place and reminds him that you’re more than he could ever deserve.
and yet, even still, when he looks at you?
when he thinks about how different everything could be, pondering living in an alternate universe where he did deserve you?
there’s nothing he’d change.
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